Mushrooms

My eyes are heavy

My mind is loaded

I am a victim of over-working

I just can’t take a break

This guilt inside me won’t let me

This motivation inside me keeps me going

I’m turning into a freak

Insomnia opportunist

Creepy adventures at night

My eyes responding to any source of light

My weird endeavors happen in the dark

My personality is dark

Bright clothes don’t go with me

Light-skinned girls turn me on

Bring me a bottle of vodka

I need it to wash away my anguish

I’m a stressed little douche-bag

I feel like hitting my head against the wall

The pain inside me can’t be compared to physical pain

Last time I check, I had my meals on time

My pockets are also loaded

What might be the problem?

Thursday evening sitting all alone

It’s Throwback Thursday, I fail to reminisce

No memories are close to my brain

I’m on hibernation; plane mode

Wireless internet connection can’t be established

I can’t feel my legs

I’m stuck in a rock and a hard place

This laziness is killing me

A mushroom soup will do for me

It will get me to my feet

Lazy Dickson always wants to rely on soup

“Here is your mushroom soup”

Get up and man up!